A passing breeze.

The trees shudder,
In delight.

A purple haze above the capitula,
Swirling with ceaseless vigour.
Perpetual pleasure.
Can I twiddle in your abode?
Can I play your game?
Swish-swash.

A silver crescent,
Floats past me tardily.
Teasing me with beguiling charm.
Can I perch on your arch?
Can I rest there?
For ever.

Distant specks of radiance.
Blinking with elegant honesty.
Meekly hiding their majesty.
Can I sparkle with you?
Twinkle Twinkle.

Endless dreams.
I close my eyes.
I sleep.